The long and white fingers twisted and touched the strings, and the cold sound of the piano sounded.
The person playing the piano is a man in white with a fair face and a calm temperament.
Xie Daoqing looked at him and suddenly asked: "Sir, you are not thirty years old this year, are you?"
"The student was born in the year of Xin Chou, born in the year of Ox, and is twenty and nine years old."
"So, Li Xia is only one year older than Mr. Xie Daoqing," he murmured in a low voice, "but he is already so overbearing."
Wang Yuanliang didn't know this, so he started singing the lyrics while playing the piano.
"It's such a romantic affair, who can I have fun with tonight?"
"The flower house on the platform is dusty and dusty."
"All the luxury is gone, only the green hills are like Luo."
"Qiantang remains the same, with ebb and flow..."
He did not hide his melancholy at the time of country's subjugation.
Xie Daoqing was so moved by the lyrics and music that his eyes turned red for a moment.
She closed her eyes and seemed to see the desolation of Lin'an Palace. What was even more ruthless was the Qiantang River. After she left, it was still ebbing and flowing, and she didn't know the sorrow of separation.
I was immersed in grief, but even this last peace was about to be broken.
"Queen Mother." A chamberlain hurried over and reported, "The princes are back."
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Xie Daoqing came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "How about I let you finish listening to this song?"
She is a majestic queen mother, but her tone is similar to begging.
"This... the princes are already waiting for me in the front hall. They seem to be very anxious."
"Oh, let's go ahead and drive."
Xie Daoqing sighed and stood up and walked out.
She hated herself for not dying earlier, so as to avoid the humiliation of surrender and the infamy of national subjugation, but she still missed this world.
After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano playing again behind me.
Wang Yuanliang's sad and beautiful singing voice came over.
"Yumei is thin and hates Donghuang for his poor life."
"Zhaojun sheds tears and twists the pipa string with his hand."
"Let's talk about separation and sorrow, the corner of mourning in the painting building..."
Xie Daoqing looked back many times, knowing that this might be the last time he would listen to his lyrics.
It's a pity that the phoenix chariot has been lifted up and headed to Xuande Hall.
~~
In the palace, all the ministers who went to Gaoting Mountain to discuss matters have returned, with different expressions.
Wu Jian looked distant, Jia Xuanweng had a sad look on his face, and Liu Qi looked blank. I heard that Yun Sun was very serious and solemn, and reported many major and minor matters in a precise and orderly manner.
"After the Empress Dowager and the officials leave the city, Marshal Gao will send people to disband all the volunteers recruited by the imperial court and return them to their hometowns according to the roster. Afterwards, he will set up the Liang Zhejiang Appeasement Department in Lin'an and send civil servants into the city to appease the people and count the money and food. …”
"enough!"
Xie Daoqing suddenly cried, interrupted Wen Yunsun's words, and cursed: "I didn't say a word when I asked you about the time, but now I have a lot to say?!"
Wen Yunsun raised his head, but his eyes were already red.
He did not explain anything for himself, but responded: "The Queen Mother is unwilling to move away for the sake of the livelihood of the people. But what I am discussing now is of the Queen Mother's concern."
Xie Daoqing opened his lips twice but made no sound.
She seemed to have cursed Wen Yunsun secretly.
Wen Yunsun couldn't hear it, so he lowered his head and continued talking.
"What the imperial court has to do is to cooperate with the Tang army to recruit unconquered prefectures and counties in the world, and to inform the world that the Song Dynasty has surrendered. Anyone who raises the flag to carry it is a traitor. In the next few days, the Tang army will divide its troops into garrison camps. Stationed in key places, and sent people to replace the cemetery defenders to prevent thieves from destroying the tombs of past dynasties..."
"What if the prince causes trouble in Wenzhou?"
"Marshal Gao didn't seem to care. He said that the surrender of the officials would mean the unification of the world. He would take the officials back to Kaifeng to have an audience to show peace."
Wen Yunsun didn't say what things he had argued for, and he always spoke in a calm and restrained tone.
The more Xie Daoqing listened, the sadder he became. He interrupted again and asked, "When will the official surrender?"
"Just tomorrow."
~~
The next day, Wen Yunsun met Zhao Yu again.
After being cared for day and night by the imperial doctor, Zhao Fu seemed to have regained some consciousness. Most of the time, he no longer had seizures, and he just lay there and stared at people sideways.
The more he was looked at sideways like this, the more desolate Wen Yunsun felt.
A eunuch came forward, took off Zhao Yu's hairpin, pulled down his hair completely, and took off his robe.
"Take off...hehe...take off your clothes, where is the beauty..."
This sentence suddenly stung Wen Yunsun.
Some of the obsessions in his heart finally began to loosen.
So he silently followed Zhao Yu, the leader of the officials, all the way out of the city.
The queue was very long, and everyone had their hair down and only wore middle coats. As soon as they left the palace gate, some people began to cry.
It was in this atmosphere that the team slowly passed through Lin'an City and exited the city through Genshan Gate in the north.
Ahead, what you see is a neat military formation with a murderous aura. Compared with the prisoners like Song Ting, it feels like "killing a chicken with a bull's knives".
The people who were already crying were even more frightened, especially the countless beauties of Zhao Fu who cried so sadly that it made people feel heartbroken.
…
Wang Yuanliang, who was walking in the palace enshrinement procession with his Qin in his arms, raised his head and tried hard to stop his tears.
Everything in front of him touched his soft heart.
He wanted to write another poem, but for this situation, no old poem could fully express this sorrow.
So, when the person in front of him stopped, Wang Yuanliang knelt down on the ground, put down his piano, strummed the strings, and began to sing sadly.
"In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers."
This is a poem written by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and all the piano players around are familiar with it.
Inevitably, someone will sing along.
"The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower are connected to the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco and radish. How many times have you ever seen fighting?"
The sound of music and lyrics reached the front of the team.
Xie Daoqing shook his shoulders and quickly wiped away his tears, but the tears kept falling on the ground.
"Once you become a captive, you will spend time with your waist down and your temples down."
She thought that after Li Yu surrendered, his situation was not good...
"On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, the temple still plays farewell songs and sheds tears to the palace ladies."
This situation and scene are just like what Li Yu recalled, when the Song Dynasty destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Suddenly, the scene became silent.
Everyone stopped singing and weeping. It was because the commander-in-chief of the Tang army had arrived, walked over to this side, and finally stood in front of the Song Dynasty monarchs and said something in an indifferent tone.
is a response to their grief.
"If you take over others like this, it is a common thing nowadays."
~~
"If you take over others like this, it is a common thing nowadays."
Bozhou, the blood letter Li Xia left on the wall is still there.
At first it was preserved as evidence, and later the entire house was bought by the Zhang family as a property. When the Tang army captured Bozhou more than two years ago, it became an imperial pen.
The blood stains were already stained, and the handwriting was ugly, but there was sharpness in the strokes of the pen.
One month after the surrender of the Zhao and Song Dynasties, the Song family clan and hundreds of officials arrived at Bozhou and were very close to Feng.
Gao Changshou took Wen Yunsun through the alley and walked into this abandoned haunted house.
"A few days ago, I took Song Rui to see how the Tang Dynasty governed the Huaihe River. Today I will show you the traces left by His Majesty when he went north..."
Wen Yunsun looked around and saw Gao Changshou pointing to various places in the house, saying that a Mongolian died here and another died there.
From killing people to the destruction of the Song Dynasty and the rise of the Song Dynasty, looking at the three words "ordinary things" on the wall, one can feel an almost indifferent determination.
But he still asked: "What does Marshal Gao want me to see?"
"Look at how dangerous the situation was that His Majesty fought to the death, and then he decided to fight against the Mongols and also against the Song Dynasty." Gao Changshou asked, "Back then, they were just pawns. They went deep into the enemy's territory, but they only saw Er and Zhao.
Is the imperial court's intrigues worth risking one's life for?"
Wen Yunsun did not answer, but asked: "Do you have pen and ink?"
"Someone, give him some pen and ink."
After a while, the pen and ink were brought up.
Wen Yunsun glanced around, walked to the opposite wall, stretched out his hand to brush away the cobwebs and dust, and started writing.
"The picture of Jin Ou losing its strength after thousands of miles, and the clothes turned upside down and covered with mud."
"Du Yu's voice was filled with blood, and Lilong's beard was half removed."
"As I grow old, the autumn wind blows me away, and in my dreams, the cold moon shines on me alone..."
After writing this poem, Gao Changshou shook his head slightly, feeling normal.
They are all words that express suffering and bear the name of No. 1 scholar.
It wasn't until he heard Yun Sun wrote the last sentence that his eyes lit up.
"Thousands of years of success and failure are all in the dust, disappearing into the world and talking about your husband."
The sentence "Thousands of years of success and failure are all in the dust" finally has the same artistic conception as "It is an ordinary thing today", but I wonder what Wen Yunsun thinks is a man?
Gao Changshou was about to ask, but Wen Yunsun had already put down his pen, let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out, obviously unwilling to say anything.
Perhaps we can only find out about this matter when we arrive in Kaifeng...